Page 148 of Freeing My Alpha

Well, now that he’s no longer part of our pack... Noah's lips curl into a four-fanged, drooling snarl. He reverts to mindlinking us all. Another Alpha is invading my territory. Isn’t that right, Hart?

Mason’s ears slink. The rest of his Alpha pack awaits his call, trickling closer in defense.

You better fucking run. Noah’s chilling mindlink makes me cower, gripping the dresses beside me. Lilian shields me, hovering over me despite shaking herself.

But I can’t tear my eyes away from Noah.

Charging at Mason in a single breath, Noah guns it after the pack in a mass of bristled black fur.

They’re out of human eyesight and scent within a millisecond.

I flinch to chase them on instinct, but my muscles clamp tight in fear.

Lilian hugs me back to her. “It's okay, sweetheart. Stay right here. Amy and I will protect you.”

Now that I can’t see Noah anymore to know if he’s okay, panic burns my chest. “I’m terrified, Luna. I need him to be safe.”

But Lilian’s cool fingers guide my chin to the mountainside, her voice softening into a relaxing hum. “He'll be okay. Just watch.”

Within seconds, Greenfield wolves stream from every angle, charging at Mason and his pack of treasonous wolves.

Mason’s entire pack is forced to run for their lives.

The sheer mass of wolves who have Noah’s back yanks me from my frozen state. I stand, gaping at the fierce stampede mere feet from the shop windows.

But a snapping sensation in the pack bond sucks the breath from me.

“Oh, my God! Please be okay, Noah!” I cry out.

But the shattering pieces of our pack bond aren’t coming from Noah. Wolves howl in mourning across Noah’s territory, echoing through miles and miles of trees. I feel each wolf in Mason’s pack disconnect from the pack bond, spiking pain through my core, one by one.

I don't even need to see them to know Mason's Alphas are gone. That they betrayed us. I can feel everyone aching.

They escape from Noah's territory before I can even process their exit from the pack.

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Ican finally let go of my stomach. Lilian releases me, throwing open the front door to assess our surroundings from the porch. I follow close behind, gripping the iron railing.

A distinct howl absorbs my every breath. The song echoes through the trees until the birds scatter above the forest canopy.

“Noah,” I breathe.

In his wolf's song, I hear grief, anger, and exhaustion. But mainly, relief. I grip my heart as it aches with him.

His howl is no longer alone, wolf voices erupting from every direction with their own emotional variations. Each subsequent howl lifts more and more pressure off of my bond with Noah, reminding us we’re not alone.

But Noah's next howl is something else entirely. The second I hear it, I know it's for me. His giddy elation washes down every inch of my body.

My skin erupts with pleased shivers.

Mate, Noah says.

I hobble off the shop’s porch on shaky legs, darting into the forest. Mate! Come here!

But Noah is already sprinting toward me. The second we lock eyes, he shifts into his human form, tackling me in the biggest hug he can manage, his arms encompassing my entire back.

I can’t resist bursting into tears.

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